Yeah, I only vaguely remember this. Plus I am the heir apparent via this account so I have need to know credentials.

Seasons was talking shit about a friend of mine in Spokane. Some hardcore pit or crew beef. I dunno. It was stupid. So seasons posted flyers around the city calling my friend a "fag" or something to that affect. Seasons ran into the dude at a hardcore show, dude tells seasons so "say it to my face", seasons calls him a fag seasons gets punched in the face. After the fact, seasons and my friend become friends.

Yeah, I only vaguely remember this. Plus I am the heir apparent via this account so I have need to know credentials.

Seasons was talking shit about a friend of mine in Spokane. Some hardcore pit or crew beef. I dunno. It was stupid. So seasons posted flyers around the city calling my friend a "fag" or something to that affect. Seasons ran into the dude at a hardcore show, dude tells seasons so "say it to my face", seasons calls him a fag seasons gets punched in the face. After the fact, seasons and my friend become friends.

Yeah, I only vaguely remember this. Plus I am the heir apparent via this account so I have need to know credentials.

Seasons was talking shit about a friend of mine in Spokane. Some hardcore pit or crew beef. I dunno. It was stupid. So seasons posted flyers around the city calling my friend a "fag" or something to that affect. Seasons ran into the dude at a hardcore show, dude tells seasons so "say it to my face", seasons calls him a fag seasons gets punched in the face. After the fact, seasons and my friend become friends.

Who can keep up with the garbage nazi's of the world? They got all the time in the world and zero fucks, id get exhausted if i had one on my tail.

i genuinely don't fuck with people who are at rock bottom, not that i fear repercussion as much as i feel bad for all the dogs that this kinda guy will end up kicking as a result of being held into the socio-emotional gutters.

but i have heard that if you sleep with a rope of pure Aryan hair in a circle around your bed then they cant get to you when you sleep. at least you can get a decent nights rest.

you wanna fuck up his life, no one's gonna give a shit about the racist stuff. You gotta go big. Put up flyers about him being a fuckin pedophile, that's what get's people fucking mad.

Where does he work? How could you get him fired? If he makes money dealing meth, fuckin spread rumours he is selling cat litter crystals. Fuckin call up the scrap yard he takes metal to, say you're a debt collector/welfare agency/another yard and say not to buy from him.

Fuckin mess with the cuntt's home, start harrassing his real estate agent saying you think he's selling drugs out of his house, or I dunno just alert them to the fact he's a wanted felon.

yeah nah don't know how the american legal system works, but if he has warrants for his arrest, and you know his address, can't you just tell the rozzers and they'll raid the cnut or whatever? i understand that different states etc but surely they'd roll up and bash him

neil_morrissey wrote:yeah nah don't know how the american legal system works, but if he has warrants for his arrest, and you know his address, can't you just tell the rozzers and they'll raid the cnut or whatever? i understand that different states etc but surely they'd roll up and bash him

Yeah, I only vaguely remember this. Plus I am the heir apparent via this account so I have need to know credentials.

Seasons was talking shit about a friend of mine in Spokane. Some hardcore pit or crew beef. I dunno. It was stupid. So seasons posted flyers around the city calling my friend a "fag" or something to that affect. Seasons ran into the dude at a hardcore show, dude tells seasons so "say it to my face", seasons calls him a fag seasons gets punched in the face. After the fact, seasons and my friend become friends.

Got here searching forum for "Spokane"

This post is almost accurate but I'm a stickler for details and this doesn't paint the memory as vividly as I can recall. The more fine details;

I get into a disagreement w ur friend on Facebook over a statement I had made regarding his band at the timeHe cast homophobic slurs at me as his only defenseI go to a show like 9 months later and get jumped like it was happening by the newly born because nobody touched me(Fun detail; I heard him running up behind me and my fucking spidey senses told me to move sideways, so I did and he bolted past meN I shit you not ran head first into a parked car, because I live in a comic book)I retaliate by making fliers of his face w word bubbles (not a cool thing to do, I don't endorse this and have apologized for it) (also the things they said were really uncool and not funny)Then like 4 months after that some stranger slapped my phone outta my hand n broke itN punched me in the face in front of a barThree timesAnd between each punch I asked him "are you sure you don't wanna talk about this?"Then some other stranger punched me and I staggeredThen your friend jumped on my back from behind meAnd said some shit to me I don't remember while holding my head on the concreteAnd then they all scatteredAnd me and my friends went and shot hoops for a few hoursAnd I continued to live my life like it never happened. What I did wasn't cool, I'm not certain it warranted convincing strangers to beat me upI made 2 threads on here about it n deleted them both before they could spiral I wanted attention that my parents never gave me probablyThe guys that punched me both apologized to meI apologized to your friend, he reciprocated, wish him the best in his endeavors.The moral of the story is lost to me. I'm not sure if posting this is some truth will set you free, break these chains, get it off of my chest type shitOr if it's some fucking up my zen for having to think about it and still feel as tho I have to explain my life to a stranger type shit,Or maybe it falls somewhere in between

Yeah, I only vaguely remember this. Plus I am the heir apparent via this account so I have need to know credentials.

Seasons was talking shit about a friend of mine in Spokane. Some hardcore pit or crew beef. I dunno. It was stupid. So seasons posted flyers around the city calling my friend a "fag" or something to that affect. Seasons ran into the dude at a hardcore show, dude tells seasons so "say it to my face", seasons calls him a fag seasons gets punched in the face. After the fact, seasons and my friend become friends.

Got here searching forum for "Spokane"

This post is almost accurate but I'm a stickler for details and this doesn't paint the memory as vividly as I can recall. The more fine details;

I get into a disagreement w ur friend on Facebook over a statement I had made regarding his band at the timeHe cast homophobic slurs at me as his only defenseI go to a show like 9 months later and get jumped like it was happening by the newly born because nobody touched me(Fun detail; I heard him running up behind me and my fucking spidey senses told me to move sideways, so I did and he bolted past meN I shit you not ran head first into a parked car, because I live in a comic book)I retaliate by making fliers of his face w word bubbles (not a cool thing to do, I don't endorse this and have apologized for it) (also the things they said were really uncool and not funny)Then like 4 months after that some stranger slapped my phone outta my hand n broke itN punched me in the face in front of a barThree timesAnd between each punch I asked him "are you sure you don't wanna talk about this?"Then some other stranger punched me and I staggeredThen your friend jumped on my back from behind meAnd said some shit to me I don't remember while holding my head on the concreteAnd then they all scatteredAnd me and my friends went and shot hoops for a few hoursAnd I continued to live my life like it never happened. What I did wasn't cool, I'm not certain it warranted convincing strangers to beat me upI made 2 threads on here about it n deleted them both before they could spiral I wanted attention that my parents never gave me probablyThe guys that punched me both apologized to meI apologized to your friend, he reciprocated, wish him the best in his endeavors.The moral of the story is lost to me. I'm not sure if posting this is some truth will set you free, break these chains, get it off of my chest type shitOr if it's some fucking up my zen for having to think about it and still feel as tho I have to explain my life to a stranger type shit,Or maybe it falls somewhere in between

Mana Leak wrote:I get into a disagreement w ur friend on Facebook over a statement I had made regarding his band at the timeHe cast homophobic slurs at me as his only defenseI go to a show like 9 months later and get jumped like it was happening by the newly born because nobody touched me(Fun detail; I heard him running up behind me and my fucking spidey senses told me to move sideways, so I did and he bolted past meN I shit you not ran head first into a parked car, because I live in a comic book)I retaliate by making fliers of his face w word bubbles (not a cool thing to do, I don't endorse this and have apologized for it) (also the things they said were really uncool and not funny)Then like 4 months after that some stranger slapped my phone outta my hand n broke itN punched me in the face in front of a barThree timesAnd between each punch I asked him "are you sure you don't wanna talk about this?"Then some other stranger punched me and I staggeredThen your friend jumped on my back from behind meAnd said some shit to me I don't remember while holding my head on the concreteAnd then they all scatteredAnd me and my friends went and shot hoops for a few hoursAnd I continued to live my life like it never happened. What I did wasn't cool, I'm not certain it warranted convincing strangers to beat me upI made 2 threads on here about it n deleted them both before they could spiral I wanted attention that my parents never gave me probablyThe guys that punched me both apologized to meI apologized to your friend, he reciprocated, wish him the best in his endeavors.The moral of the story is lost to me. I'm not sure if posting this is some truth will set you free, break these chains, get it off of my chest type shitOr if it's some fucking up my zen for having to think about it and still feel as tho I have to explain my life to a stranger type shit,Or maybe it falls somewhere in between

Mana Leak wrote:I get into a disagreement w ur friend on Facebook over a statement I had made regarding his band at the timeHe cast homophobic slurs at me as his only defenseI go to a show like 9 months later and get jumped like it was happening by the newly born because nobody touched me(Fun detail; I heard him running up behind me and my fucking spidey senses told me to move sideways, so I did and he bolted past meN I shit you not ran head first into a parked car, because I live in a comic book)I retaliate by making fliers of his face w word bubbles (not a cool thing to do, I don't endorse this and have apologized for it) (also the things they said were really uncool and not funny)Then like 4 months after that some stranger slapped my phone outta my hand n broke itN punched me in the face in front of a barThree timesAnd between each punch I asked him "are you sure you don't wanna talk about this?"Then some other stranger punched me and I staggeredThen your friend jumped on my back from behind meAnd said some shit to me I don't remember while holding my head on the concreteAnd then they all scatteredAnd me and my friends went and shot hoops for a few hoursAnd I continued to live my life like it never happened. What I did wasn't cool, I'm not certain it warranted convincing strangers to beat me upI made 2 threads on here about it n deleted them both before they could spiral I wanted attention that my parents never gave me probablyThe guys that punched me both apologized to meI apologized to your friend, he reciprocated, wish him the best in his endeavors.The moral of the story is lost to me. I'm not sure if posting this is some truth will set you free, break these chains, get it off of my chest type shitOr if it's some fucking up my zen for having to think about it and still feel as tho I have to explain my life to a stranger type shit,Or maybe it falls somewhere in between